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The Scream
This is the story of a conversation between a weary man and his tired spirit.
Sometimes you can get exactly what you wish for and still never be happy.
Sometimes answered prayers destroy you, not in their effects, but in their promises that you can never ever find true happiness no matter how many wishes come true.
Those things which you thought once brought you joy are recognized as flat and pale; cold and weak illusions of unrealized hope.
Cracking. Fading.
It is not a love lost which leaves you heart-broken. Rather it is a love for something that never existed; was never real; which leaves you empty.
So man and spirit are left wanting together. Never satisfied.
And as you crumple in despondence, silence, there is no quiet.
For your spirit begins to quake as it suffers; begins to wail, to howl, to scream!
Acknowledgement that this is all there is.
This is all there will ever be.
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